[Intro]
Do you know what blues is? (Do you know what blues is?)
Do you know what blues is? (Do you know what blues is?)
Ask yourself. (Ask yourself.)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
The best blues are born
In the eyes of a storm
Warm and subtle
Reformed by reflections in puddles
Performed with inflections
Always from the heart
Executed with imperfections
I'm an anti-perfectionist, anti-directionist
I'm a Lauryn Hill Miseducation-ist
Always for the protagonist
Not for the faint-hearted
Stained, spray-painted, scarred, and scattered
Leaving my soul marred and battered
The best blues are born
In the heart of the deformed
Until said uniqueness is no longer weakness
But beautiful and real
To remedy and heal is noble
To feel pain is global
What burning, toxic, hatred, shots to the head
Leaves in autumn falling dead
But be hopeful, soulful
So, have you anyone to text on the bus anymore?
Have three texts on the bus before?
No, they want to see if I'm gonna keep transcribing
No exercising, just rhyming
Flying on wings of angels at all different types of angles
Different strokes for every different spoke of mind
Dios mio
We still real
For every one who spoke from their heart
There are far to many who spoke from the dark
Creep on player, creep on
And off of the chart
But my clear eyes have never been fear eyes
Furious eyes, a flurry of lies
A judge saw a couple "cross my heart and hope to die"s
Blurry reasons are dry enough to wet her eyes
I'm generally tired
My wheels are general tires
Worn down from dragging my feet down sidewalks
Never always been about what's right
Let instinct guide you through violent nights
Fight or flight has become my plight
Hello Darkness, my old friend
I've come to learn from you again
I've come to burn from sin
And make another woman cry
Please try and understand
Please don't let her hurt no mo'
No mo' better blues
My life is in slow mo'
So you can get better views
More clues into who you think I am
She says she, "just doesn't know anymore"
I can't explain, only confused
She's incendiary, a loose fuse
I lose all cools, miss my cues
No amount of "I love you"s, no remember laying next to yous
No accounts of pleases, no chess games, no cool breezes
No memories of feelings, only concrete ceilings
Up, up, up
And then back, back, down
No mountain high enough
No river wide enough filled with reasons
No matter how much I Crazy-Glue together pieces of me and you
Or what you wish we could be
In the end there's no mo' better blues than
You and me
No mo' better blues than
You and me
No mo' better blues